Can I just say that mosquito bites suck? To be fair, there’s far greater pains that one can suffer, but they still suck. Horribly.

I grew up on a farm, and eventually, I got used to the mosquitos not biting me, for whatever reason. Maybe they grew accustomed to my taste and got bored, or they realized my total lack of nutritional value. Either way, from about the age of 12, mosquitos stopped biting me. That was, up until really, really recently, where it wasn’t the farm mosquitos, but the mosquitos from a lake, that decided I was their target now.

But honestly, I didn’t even get the worst of it. Brielle, not surprisingly (she’s the sweetest person I know, so it makes sense the mosquitos would also figure that out) took at her as if she were made of honey, and the mosquitos were a swarm of Winnie the Poohs.

So, she got bitten really bad. Actually, she had trouble sleeping due to so many bites. So, please pray for Ms. Pray.

Also, she’s working on a blog, and a name for that blog. So, she’d appreciate (probably) the intention and prayer sent in her direction, specifically towards that, and towards her move to NYC, which is coming up rather quickly.